And if that real hard time don’t pass
Papa’s gonna get wrinkles all upon his face
And then he’ll blend in with all the other papas then
Screw the whole mockingbird situation, we can’t even afford a medical plan
Now can we?
Oh, baby, now can we?
Mmm-mm, no
This song won’t do. Let’s start this over
Let’s start this over

Hush, little baby, here comes the sandman
Papa’s gonna buy you a medical plan
Oh, and if that medical plan don’t cover your ass
Papa’s gonna buy you a pregnancy test
And if that pregnancy test comes out positive
Well then, girl, I don’t know how the hell we’re gonna live
Maybe on your bright ideas
Maybe on cigarette butts
Maybe on bubblegum wrappers
Maybe on penalty shots

Hush, little baby, don’t you cry
You know to you your papa would never, ever lie
Oh, hush while I sing to you this crude little lullaby
And I’ll get you all that shit one day
One by one, by and by
But in the meanwhile
In the mean-mean
In the mean-mean-mean-mean-mean-mean-meanwhile